A Happy, Horny New Year!

Ahhh, 2012. You've been a long time coming; let's hope this year lives up to the hype!

I've had a few emails wondering where I've been and if I'm alright; just to let you know that all is fine and lovely. Thank you for your concern, darlings! Having found myself more and more busy pursuing other projects, I've had to cut back my appointments (and the blogging). I'm quite missing the man-time, but still managing to squeeze in a little debauchery! Now just a few old time favourites make it into my diary...

You'll be glad to hear that my New Year's Eve celebrations were suitably filthy. I went to visit my friend Alex (an ex porn star). He arranged a small gathering at his town house, with endless amounts of vodka and champagne. In a haze of silliness, everyone's outfits we're swapped several times; I ended up spending most of the night in a very tiny cheerleader outfit (while another gentleman wore my sequin dress). Taking a shine to one of his friends, I made sure he was my kiss at midnight. We slipped away upstairs in the early hours and played some intoxicated roleplay. I took champagne in my mouth before going down on him, teasing the tip of his cock with the fizz. I ran my tongue along his shaft, around his balls and underneath between his legs, making him groan as I pushed wet pressure there. I don't know how long we were entwined, but both of us came twice before resurfacing. The sun was up when we emerged. I smoked a joint on the balcony in the light rain before joining the sleepy mass of bodies on the sofas; everyone was spent. Dirty and beautiful.

I may be away for a while again, but I'll try to check in when I can to fill you in.

Much love,

Brooke x

A Bore

Hello lovelies,

Apologies for the lack of post yesterday, I temporarily mislaid my laptop charger! Things get away from me sometimes - back in its rightful plug socket now though.

My date on Tuesday was kind of dull to be honest. I wonder how much enjoyment guys like this actually get from booking girls like me; he seemed so detached, like he was just going through the motions. It's quite depressing really! I tried my very best to be captivating and irrisitible, but he was only mildy interested. Even his sex noises were dull; monotone grunts of "uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh". I only knew he had come because his body froze for a moment, then became heavy. He didn't want to move from missionary throughout - no oral, no tease. I know that porn star theatrical sex is not always necessary, but this was too far the other way. Lights off, deed done. I may have well been his wife, and saved him a wad!

Have a fun Thursday,

Brooke x